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Chapter 442: Lanchi's Nobility Surpasses That of Talia
Chapter 442: Lanchi's Nobility Surpasses That of Talia
Deep within the sixth sub-level of Helrom Prison, a young girl with black hair stood alone in a hazy realm where light and shadows intertwined. Her green eyes, like two bottomless lakes, quietly reflected the ever-changing scenery around her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl, who had been repairing the prison doors, suddenly felt the boundaries of the prison corridor begin to distort. The space rippled like a pond, and then a rain of knives fell from the sky.
The blades and swords, gleaming silver-white, instantly pierced through her body, staining their metallic sheen with a crimson hue.
Yet, the girl seemed to possess an immortal body as she stepped on the blades, walking through them unhindered, her focus unwavering from her task.
Every wound on the black-haired, green-eyed girl's body was deep enough to expose the bone, and blood slowly trickled along the blades.
Before long, however, the blood evaporated upon contact with the air as if it had never existed.
The illusion dissipated, leaving no tangible harm to the Great Lover with black hair and green eyes.
However, before she could reach the metal door of another cell, flames began to twist and leap like living things on the ground once more, changing from deep red to golden yellow and endlessly spreading across the floor.
Unfazed, the Great Lover continued to stride into the sea of flames, her snow-white skin charred and blackened by the intense heat, emitting a crackling sound as she walked calmly forward, seemingly impervious to pain.
"It's a good thing it's me here. Sending Hyberrian into the 'Hanging Road of Afterlife' would have been a cruel fate."
The figure with black hair and green eyes murmured to himself.
He knew that these illusions were fake, so as a materialist with an unwavering spirit, he did not feel a hint of fear.
As for the pain, since he was controlling a projection, most of his senses remained with his true body. While the pain in the illusion was intense, it was not enough to cause him to lose consciousness.
As Lanchi thought to himself, the sea of flames suddenly cooled, transforming into a boundless world of ice and snow.
The edges of the prison rippled once more, creating an even deeper realm.
The Great Lover was pulled into a new illusion by an irresistible invisible force, surrounded by boundless darkness and piercing screams.
Snow fell from the sky, each flake unique in shape, translucent, and emitting a black glow that darkened the world before the Great Lover. These corrosive snowflakes emitted smoke upon touching his body.
Yet, tiny ice crystals formed on the Great Lover's calm eyelashes, and their steady breath turned into white mist in the freezing cold.
Enduring the pain, they maintained their balance and continued forward.
Along the way, countless illusions appeared and dissipated, but the figure of the Great Lover never changed their pace, diligently fulfilling their duty of inspecting the prison.
Eventually, it seemed as if even the illusions had grown tired and failed to elicit any reaction from the figure slowly walking down the corridor. The 'Hanging Road of Afterlife' barrier magic power ceased, and the ripples subsided.
Silence reigned in the hallway.
After a few breaths, the howling of the cold wind rose, as if the Grim Reaper of winter had passed through the empty hallway.
This time, it was no illusion, for the sixth sub-level of Helrom Prison was inherently a frozen hell, perpetually blanketed in snow and ice.
In the surrounding air, snow mist and transparent magic power converged, forming a bone-chilling cold that enveloped the black-haired, green-eyed figure, trapping them within its domain.
At the very heart of Helrom Prison, deep within its sixth sub-level, an unfathomable ancient barrier began to stir, activating a supreme art, causing subtle ripples and filling the air with a layer of illusory mist.
Suspended in mid-air, an immense and heavy concentration of magic power gathered, carrying not only the vibrations of the 'Hanging Road of Afterlife' but also a deeper, more primordial force that instilled fear in all living beings. It was as if a giant hand from an ancient era of the Demon Realm had reached through time and space to envelop everything.
A semi-transparent halo formed around the Great Lover with black hair and green eyes, as magic power gathered and intertwined in the air. At the same time, a surge of icy-cold energy rushed towards the poet's glabella.
The magic power continued to intensify, causing an indescribable sense of oppression in Antanas and Sinora, who were on the other side of the sixth sub-level.
In the transport hall, Sinora gazed at the frost-covered dome of the sixth sub-level and asked in surprise, "Your Majesty, did she succeed?"
Even she wasn't sure what the conditions were for obtaining the Great Demon mark in the 'Hanging Road of Afterlife.'
"She must have," Antanas nodded, now certain that the new king had also triggered a similar vibration in the fifth sub-level earlier.
Although Antanas still didn't understand how the king had defeated her own illusion so quickly and emerged unscathed.
Now, the king seemed even more unfathomable.
It was truly Talia's fortune to have such a capable new king.
Deep within the sixth sub-level, the situation with the king intrigued and intimidated Antanas and Sinora, but they dared not pry. They simply awaited further instructions, as ordered.
As soon as the permissions for the sixth sub-level were granted, they would immediately confirm the cell of the Truth of Pralaya and rush to open it, waiting for the king to arrive.
In the depths of the sixth sub-level, an imperceptible force restrained the Great Lover, creating an isolated domain in the surrounding space.
After a few breaths, the light and shadows, along with the magic power, shattered and condensed into a semi-transparent mark on the poet's glabella –
The Hanging Mark
Category: Soul Mark
Grade: Orange Epic
Attribute: Spirit
Class: 1
Passive Effect: Gain a small amplification of the spirit's basic attribute.
Note: Recognition of the Hanging Tebiriuss.
"My spirit has become stronger again?"
Lanci felt the fifth mark, and it was the first time he had encountered a mark that simply enhanced the basic attributes. It was the most straightforward and crude passive effect.
The Hanging Tebiriuss must have been an ancient Great Demon with a spirit force that reached its limit, thus creating this Great Demon trial barrier after death.
It seemed that the heart-testing trials granted defensive marks, the martial trials granted offensive marks, and the Great Demons bestowed marks according to their own characteristics.
However, these three conservatives from the Demon Realm a hundred years ago, imprisoned here, were unlikely to have offensive marks. So when Lanci had asked Sinora, the Breaker of Laws, for her mark earlier, she had been worried that her own mark was inferior. Little did she know that Lanci didn't discriminate between marks.
"I wonder if my demonic features will change a little if I obtain one more mark?"
Lanci recalled Hyberrian's explanation that when a Great Demon obtained six marks, they would further evolve into a Great Demon.
With six marks, he would be of a higher status than Talia, even among demons.
Not to mention, Talia was a bankrupt heiress from the previous generation, while he was a modern, up-and-coming entrepreneur—they were worlds apart.
(End of Chapter)
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